It's the next morning and I barely slept - as per usual - but this time, I spent my time going on a mission instead.

I won't lie, the mission was very well paid. It was a mission to kill someone's brother. He's an asshole to her and has said some questionable things to her that are making her second guess her safety around him.

She said that she'd pay any amount to get him killed, as long as I do the job perfectly and end him; once and for all.

I agreed to her mission and snuck out last night.

I pick out an all black outfit that is comfortable enough for me to kill a man in.

Cara - the woman who contacted me to kill her brother, mark - told me that when he's not lurking around by her house, he stations himself at the trendy, new bar, drinking beer, looking for a girl to mess about with. Which is why I decided to wear a cute black dress, with thin, dangling, silver tassels.

When I'm sure that everyone is asleep - including Romeo - I tip toe towards the window in my room, my stilettos in my hand and I open my windows as wide as it can go so that I can crawl through the open space silently.

I walk across the rooftop that's connected to my window and hook a leg around the pipe that's attached to the side of the house. I slide down it successfully, landing on the ground.

Once I land, I make my way to our garage and pick out which car I'd take tonight. I quickly make my decision when I see my Mercedes GT 63 S closest to me.

I hop in and drive about 30 minutes to the bar.

When I get there it is 2:02 am, so I quickly go into the bar and do a quick search of the place and find the guy who I'm meant to kill. Safe to say, he looks musty. His shoulder-length, greasy blond hair is a mess. His beard is over-grown and untamed. His clothes are tattered and torn. But he's still got a girl on his arm. I guess it doesn't take much to impress a girl nowadays.

I make my way over to the bartender and ask for a sprite as I feel piercing eyes on me. I wait for the bartender as he makes several other drinks and purposely roam my eyes around the bar. I look in the direction of where mark is sitting and find that he no longer has a girl in his lap and has his eyes are trained on me.

I catch his stare and hold eye contact with him before pretending to shy away and be flattered by his attention.

The bartender arrives with my sprite and I quickly throw my head back and drink the drink in one go - I'm nervous, alright? I haven't done this in a couple of weeks.

After I drink them, I walk to the dance floor and begin dancing provocatively.

I spend some time on the dance floor, enjoying the buzz in the air and the rumble of the music through the beat of the floor, when all of a sudden I feel a very clammy, heavy hand rest on my waist. Here goes nothing.

"Hey pretty lady. What are you doing here on your own?" A man - presumably mark - whispers in my ear as he pulls me against him, making me feel him up. First of all - ew. Second of all - ew.

I turn around and come face-to-face with a very drunken mark who has a beer bottle in his hand and is almost slurring his words as he sways me along with him, offbeat to the rhythm of the music.

I lift my arms and rest them on his chest as I whisper seductively to him "I'm alone, because I've been waiting for a man like you."

He grins a drunken grin and continues rubbing himself on me "Well, looks like you're just in luck." He says as his beer sloshes around in the bottle when he continually drinks gulps of it.

His beer bottle is very close to my waist which is exactly what I need because my ring contains a vial of poison in it, which I must pour in his drink to ensure that he dies.

As he swings his arms about, he unconsciously brings the beer bottle closer to my hand, allowing me to tip my hand to the side and spill the poison into his drink.

At that very moment, mark raises his arm as a song that he likes, begins to play, allowing the poison to mix through the whole drink.

Bringing his arm back down, mark takes a large swig of his beer, successfully falling into my trap. "How about we go somewhere more private, mark?" I seductively tell him, dragging him off the dance floor.

The poison I used is pretty much immediately effective. So I take him outback into the alleyway and push him against the wall and whisper to him "Dites au diable que la 'mère de la mort' le salue une fois de plus. [Tell the devil that the 'mother of death' greets him once again.]" just as I pierce his neck with a dagger of mine.

I pull my dagger out and let him drop to the floor. I rip his top open and carve out the letters 'MD' on him, which stand for 'Mother of Death' - my sign off that is carved out onto all of my victims. Much like and artist's signature on a painting of theirs.

I step back and appreciate my artwork before I take a quick picture and realise that I should probably get going back home.

I quickly abandon his body there and send the picture I took of mark's body to Cara. When she opens my message, she sends the remainder of the large sum of money to my account and thanks me.

I hop in my car and head back home.

When I park the car, I re-enter the house the same way I came out of it - through my bedroom window - and quickly run into the shower to wash the splatters of blood off of me.

When I finish thoroughly cleansing myself, I treat myself to a pamper night - or should I say morning, since it's almost 5am.

Once I finish doing my peel off mask, I finish the rest of my skin care routine and run back into bed. I sit in bed, just scrolling through my phone, when all of a sudden I hear footsteps approaching my room, I look at the time and see that it's approximately 7am.

There's a brief knock on my door, to which I answer "Come in." to and they enter.

The door opens slowly and I see Romeo enter the room with a tray full of food in his hands "Good morning mia belleza." He says softly.

He walks up to the side of my bed and sets the stand-up tray over my legs and quickly shuffles back to the door and grabs something else.

He walks back into the room with a massive bouquet of flowers in his hands. He walk up to my bedside table beside me and places the bouquet there "There's a note in there too!" He says excitedly and quickly becomes embarrassed by his excitement, toning it down. I hold back my smile at his happiness and look elsewhere.

He stands at the foot of my bed as my eyes flick back and forth between the food and the flowers "What is this?" I ask Romeo in a confused manner.

He shifts on his feet from side to side as he rubs the back of his neck, showing his uncomfortableness "Well, I though you might want breakfast and I know how you feel about restaurants and bakeries here not making it as good as they do in France so I thought I'd give it a try for you." He rambles out, highlighting his nervousness.

He remembered my weird food habit.

Furthermore, he made me food.

I look to the flowers and look back at him, hinting that I'm still confused about the flowers.

He clears his throat and says "Um," he chuckles nervously as a hint of colour paints his cheeks and his Adam's apple bobs up and down "I done some research and found out that the bigger white flowers are called 'coronations' and they symbolise pure love and good luck - because I'll be needing all the luck in the world. Then there are a mix of pale pink roses and white roses. The pale pink roses signify gentleness and happiness - two things in life that I thought would never be possible for me, but you proved me wrong and made me the happiest man in the world and was still able to show me the healthy side of being gentle with you. The white roses symbolise new beginnings, reverence and honour, because it truly is an honour to be worthy of the peaceful, earth-shattering love that you give me. I hold a colossal amount of reverence towards you because you've shown me that, not everything in our world must be cruel and tainted, but it can be light-hearted and pure too. Because of you, I feel as though I can breathe now and the world is finally at peace." He finishes as my mouth hangs open at the time and effort he put into researching the meaning of each flower and what they mean to us.

I observe him as he looks down at the floor shyly, as a result of my silence, with my jaw still dropped and my heart stuttering at his sweet gesture.

In my state of shock I blurt out " 'Carnations'." He looks up at me confusedly, his eyebrows furrowed as a crease forms between them, "You called them 'Coronations' but they're called 'Carnations'." I correct him - like the bitch I am.

I mean, the guy just gave me a whole speech and I knock him down as soon as he does anything sweet for me. What am I, a heartless bastard?

He looks at me, a little disheartened as his shoulders drop a few inches in disappointment "Right, I'm sorry." He says as he clears his throat "Well, I'll uh.. leave you to it." He says awkwardly as he makes his way to the door.

I quickly pick up the tray and place it beside me on the bed and stand up "Thank you!" I shout at him - panicked, scared that he'll leave me - trying to tell him that I really do appreciate what he's done.

He stops walking and turns to face me, a slow smile spreads across his face, lighting up his face as he whispers "I'd do anything for you. No need to thank me, mia belleza."

That sets a small smile off to play on my lips, he turns to leave, but not before saying "Eat up and get dressed, I'm taking you somewhere love."

He leaves and closes the door behind him. I turn back to my bed and sit down devouring the food with my eyes. He - freshly - made: Pain Perdu (which is essentially french toast), croissants and way too many crepes all served with some yogurt, - what looks to be homemade - jam and fruits.

He made all of this for me? It must have taken him quite a while.

As I tuck in and eat as much as I can, my eye catches a piece of paper tucked within the flowers. Romeo did say that there was a note with it. I pick out the card and carefully read it. It says:

I choose you.

And I'll choose you,

over and over

and over.

Without pause,

without a doubt,

in a heartbeat.

I'll keep

choosing you.

Never forget,

what depths,

my love goes for you.

- Your's

Rome.

My heart is beating at very drastic measures. I think it might burst out of my chest at this point.

That was sweet. Very sweet. And I'm about to cry. Why the fuck am I being embarrassingly emotional right now. It's just a note. A very heartfelt and love-filled note though.

A knock at my door interrupts my thoughts.

Yvonne - the older, head maid - walks into my room just as I finish my breakfast and get up to get changed "Hi Yvonne." I greet her.

"Hello dear, I see you enjoyed the breakfast that the boy made." I nod at her as she picks up the tray, a smile making its way into my face at the fact that she still calls Romeo a boy, since she practically raised him, "You know, he spent all day yesterday preparing the pastry dishes and ate all of the burnt ones the he first made so he could give the perfect ones to you. He even woke up early this morning to make sure everything was going okay. He isn't the best chef, but was it any good?" She asks, curiously.

"Perfect." I whisper, appalled at the fact that he put that much effort into doing something for me.

"Very well, I'll be on my way dear. Have a nice day!" She cheerfully says.

"Thank you Yvonne, I hope you do too!" I shout back to her as she leaves my room.

Well, that was an eventful morning, I wonder what Romeo has in plan for the rest of the day.

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